Found Art Objects

Found Art Objects

We view with admiration
This creative approach
Of artistic expression..
It seems quirky to some
But might we not say that
All art is composed of
Found art objects..?
The object may be
Something on a beach
Or a pile of trash 
Or a sudden thought
Seemingly from nowhere..
Might it appear as the
Next brushstroke or a
Word on this paper..?
It seems that all real art
Is 100% made of 
Subtle or not so subtle
Objects found in this 
Moment...!



To begin with I, Awareness, am found as the witness in the background of experience. Then, objects recede into the background and I shine in the foreground of all experience. Then, the apparent distinction and distance between Myself and objects dissolves, and I am found in everything and everyone, and everyone and everything is found in Me.

The Daily Quote from Rupert Spira, 12th October 2019

In the gaps

In the gaps

The silence between
Each word we say
Each note we play..
Sleep between dreams..
Attention to gaps
Or rather..falling into
The gaps..is recognizing
Our Home..the placeless
Place..from which we
Have never departed...

I learn a great deal by merely observing you,
and letting you talk as long as you please,
and taking note of what you do not say.

T. S. Eliot

The Wellspring (5)

The Wellspring

There is a wellspring
From which all religions flow
Which when recognized
Diminishes the rancor
Over the outward forms
Which have torn
And bloodied adherents
Now and in history's
Telling..

And the amazing thing
Is that this wellspring
Is the same Wellspring
Which you and I
Need to recognize in
Our inquiry of 
Who we really are...!

Slumbering Science

Slumbering Science

A world of separate objects
Has been the province of science
For centuries following centuries..
But now an occasional shudder
Cast by an uneasy perception
That our roots in separation
Have been only a useful dream..
The dream has turned sour 
And has drawn a darkened film
Over eyes..eyes seeking  
Understanding in the shadows..
New discoveries find Fields
Of openness and not-knowing
Leading a few scientists to
A science clear of slumber...




Brain as Field..
https://bigthink.com/ideafeed/does-the-mind-play-dice-with-reason?fbclid=IwAR1dN6ib6akEr75B9tGoV4hCglqyWubqam-763xeG58uotpKgwJnZRvb96I

Literary Ethics...Ralph Waldo Emerson

Literary Ethics
by Ralph Waldo Emerson



Be neither chided nor flattered out of your position of perpetual
inquiry. Neither dogmatize, nor accept another's dogmatism.
Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts
of truth, for the premature comforts of an acre, house, and barn?
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson..Literary Ethics


 ...so you shall get your lesson out of the hour, and the object, whether
it be a concentrated or a wasteful employment, even in reading a dull book,
or working off a stint of mechanical day labor, which your necessities or
the necessities of others impose.
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson..Literary Ethics

Perpetual Inquiry

Perpetual Inquiry

There are so many claims
For our attention..
Some cause us to linger
With tastes and feelings..
Some may be delicious.. until
They obscure Who we are
And cause a forgetting of
Our real fulfillment which
Only arrives by recalling
The rich rewards of
Perpetual inquiry...


Be neither chided nor flattered out of your position of perpetual
inquiry. Neither dogmatize, nor accept another's dogmatism.
Why should you renounce your right to traverse the star-lit deserts
of truth, for the premature comforts of an acre, house, and barn?

~~Ralph Waldo Emerson..Literary Ethics

Out of the hour

Out of the hour

The deception of separation
Makes weighty the appearances
Of this hour..
We wish for a different hour
With appearances more pleasing..
Until a spontaneous discovery
That all appearances live in
The infinity of our Self..which
Does not change with the
Dizzying whims of each hour...


 ...so you shall get your lesson out of the hour, and the object, whether
it be a concentrated or a wasteful employment, even in reading a dull book,
or working off a stint of mechanical day labor, which your necessities or
the necessities of others impose.
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson..Literary Ethics